I like how the formatting never works. :3

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Knowledge Is Power

- "And so Artemis is weak." You can't know everything, Arty.

Word count? Psh. I need no word count.

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Artemis' intellect had always been two things: alarming on some deep, primal scale for many who had made his aqauntence, and, fortunately for Artemis and the company he kept, resolute in its brilliance. He knew, he'd always know, and knowing everything was what counted. His astounding mind could be depended upon in all situations to pull him from any incoming danger that life could throw at him. In short, Artemis Fowl the Second's brain was a consistent, dependable tool that even Jeeves and Holmes would have respectfully defered to, and so the fashion would be, forevermore.

At least that's what Artemis had thought, though the possibilty of being wrong had, of course, crossed his mind once or twice. Traitorous thoughts. Artemis cursed himself and his egotism quietly, then wiped the blood from his lips.

Leveling his gun at the half-crazed Juliet, Artemis knew that, this time, he didn't know. He tried to clear his mind - tried not to think of Holly lying broken and dead before him. Of Domovoi leaping in front of him for one last, final time. Of Juliet's last sane look before Spiro's injection flowed into her brain, bubbling the blood and water around it as she screamed in anguish and confusion.

He didn't know what to do.

He didn't know.